They used to call me a four eyed cow,
But I told them I had two,
You know the rest of that rhyme,
But I've got more to tell you,

I had to wear a calliper,
My god I got called then,
Peg leg, four eyed cow,
Over again and again,

I suppose you feel some pity for me,
Well I tell you it got bad,
In a wheelchair for over a year,
Not the best time I had,

Bullies best target way back then,
I could not run away,
They kicked my legs and laughed at me,
I hear them, still, today,

I would get called names very bad,
Got hit and pushed away,
I only wanted to make friends,
Friends with whom ide play,

My father sat with me one night,
As i cried with shame,
He told me not to feel that way,
For I was not to blame,

He told me in a caring way,
They didn't have love like me,
And that is why they called me names,
And I began to see,

My dad had took away my pain,
And i felt sorrow for them all,
He asked me to say hello to them,
When they next came to call,

I did this with a fear and dread,
And quite to my surprise,
They asked me what had happened to me,
And tears they filled my eyes,

After a long conversation,
They asked to make amends,
Apologized for the words they said,
We soon become good friends.

Sometimes someone who hurts you is only looking for kindness and love.